Hey, blog people! I missed you! I had a computer-intensive project that killed my eyes for a while. The perils of being a little blind girl. But I’m back, sort of, with yet more adventures to share with you. Let us begin:
When I got up this morning, I didn’t intend to go running at any point during the day. Yes, yes, I know I told my doctor I would, but I’ve been really busy, and then I got food poisoning, and then I was really tired, and then I had a date (+60 points, by the way), and then I just didn’t feel like it.
But a couple of colleagues of mine run after work, and today my office mate convinced me to go with them. I’m still not sure how it happened; one minute I was downing my third mug of Red Bull, the next minute I’d agreed to throw on my ratty exercise clothes that I’ve had since I was in school and go run laps.
I lost count of the number of excuses I found not to go. It’s raining; it’s been a long day; I couldn’t possibly leave before this person calls me back; I can’t see the track without my glasses; I think it might kill me. I’m amazed my colleagues didn’t brain me before we ever got out of the office, but they didn’t, and I ended up at a nearby track in the rain, blind as a bat and ready to run. Well, if not exactly ready, at least too stubborn to back out.
I didn’t run the whole way. I did at least keep going the entire time, even though I walked the majority of the way. I ran sporadically, and I found time to regret not having planned this a little better as I realized that, in the decade since I last exercised regularly, the elastic on my track pants has–shall we say, relaxed a little? Or a lot? Seriously, the minute I’d break into a jog, my pants would start slipping down my hips. I kept having to grab them and yank them back up. Trot, grab, pull, repeat. For a mile and a half.
I made terrible time, but at least I didn’t end up performing an unintentional striptease. That, combined with a wet t-shirt from the rain, would have turned my pathetic attempt at exercise into a totally different experience! I think I’ll go again the next time my colleagues go. Next time, however, I’m wearing spandex. And maybe something with a drawstring. Do you think it would be going too far to run in suspenders?